I can rewind time to prevent death

Wan Shouguang was taken aback when he suddenly heard his son calling for him. He quickly realized that his son was conscious and even recognized him.

His initial speculation turned out to be feasible: Wan Cong had not only been resurrected but was also retaining his consciousness from before, and had not completely changed into a different person, as Wan Shouguang had feared.

"Cong... Congcong, you've... come back?" Wan Shouguang's body trembled with excitement. He stammered as he turned his head and shouted upstairs, "Jialan, Jialan, our son... has come back!"

Liu Jialan was cautiously on guard in the bedroom, ears perked for any noises from downstairs. When she heard Wan Shouguang's shout, her face lit up with surprise. She didn't even put down the Strangeness Interferer in her hand as she rushed out of the bedroom.

In the dining room downstairs.

After Wan Shouguang asked "You're back?" Wan Cong numbly nodded his head. He struggled to swallow the mouthful of food, and managed to squeeze out two words: "I'm... hungry."

"Mhm, mhm, you must be hungry after not eating for days, definitely hungry!"

Wan Shouguang nodded as he ran to the living room side, poured a cup of hot water from the thermos, and carefully carried the glass to the dining table, placing it beside Wan Cong's right hand.

"Take your time eating, drink some water. If the food is not enough, your mom will immediately go to the kitchen and make you another tableful."

"Son!" Liu Jialan's hoarse, ecstatic shout rang out.

She ran down the stairs, thud, thud, thud, and in her haste, one of her cotton slippers fell off on the staircase. She rushed into the dining room and threw herself in front of Wan Cong, embracing him tightly without a second thought as he was eating.

Tears spilled from Liu Jialan's eyes as she joyfully said, "It's great that you're back, great that you're back! Son, mom missed you so much, mom missed you to death."

At the moment, Wan Cong had his mouth full of food. He chewed while trying to hold onto his mother's shoulders with his greasy hands. After a great effort to swallow the food, he finally spoke: "I missed you too."

As he finished speaking, his eyes shifted back to the half-eaten food on the table. He reached out with his right hand, grabbed a handful of stir-fried celery and beef from the plate, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Why aren't you using chopsticks?" Wan Shouguang had just picked up his wife's slipper and placed it back down before turning to fetch some chopsticks from the kitchen.

Liu Jialan grabbed her son's arm, stopping him: "The food on the table has gone cold. You want to eat? Mom will make you dumplings. There's also half a roast chicken in the frost-free fridge. I'll heat it up in the microwave right away. No eating this cold stuff!"

Wan Cong paused for a moment, nodded, and didn't speak.

"Son, your hands are so cold; you must have been too cold sleeping outside." Liu Jialan said tenderly as she stood up and headed to the kitchen.

Just as Wan Shouguang came out with the chopsticks, Liu Jialan told him, "Go to the sofa and get the wool blanket to cover our son. After he eats, he should take a nice hot bath."

"Okay, okay." Wan Shouguang nodded hastily, set the chopsticks on the dining table, and went to get the blanket.

Wan Cong sat at the dining table, staring unblinkingly as his parents bustled about.

Seeing Liu Jialan enter the kitchen, he seemed to have forgotten what was just said and lifted the half-plate of stir-fried beef and celery in front of him. Due to the cold weather, the oil in it had congealed into a clump.

Wan Cong didn't care about that and directly stuffed the clump into his mouth. After chewing a few times, the oil dribbled out of the corner of his mouth, but he quickly finished it.

Wan Shouguang brought the wool blanket over and frowned at his son's messy eating. He draped the blanket over Wan Cong's back, saying, "Your mom is making you some hot food, don't eat this anymore. Here, wipe your hands."

He tore a few paper towels and wiped Wan Cong's hands.

Then he sat down next to his son on the dining chair and gazed at him with concern, asking, "Son, are you still cold?"

Wan Cong shook his head.

"Do you remember where you came back from?"

Wan Cong looked at him, seemingly taken aback, but his expression remained dull, and he then shook his head.

Wan Shouguang pressed, "Then what do you remember now?"

Wan Cong lowered his head as if straining to recall.

Seizing this moment, Wan Shouguang closely observed his son's current appearance.

He saw Wan Cong's shoes were covered with damp mud, presumably from walking, and while the soles should have been cleaned by now, the tops had plenty of mud left, turning that part of the carpet beneath a disgusting, wet mess.

Looking again at his son's hands and cheeks, they were very pale, without a trace of color.

After wiping off the grease on Wan Cong's hands with another paper towel, Wan Shouguang took the opportunity to feel his son's hands.

They were ice-cold, without a trace of warmth.

He went ahead and pinched Wan Cong's right wrist to check the pulse. During this, Wan Cong just looked at him emotionlessly, didn't pull his hand back, nor did he ask why.

After a while, Wan Shouguang let go of the pulse-pinching hand, stared into his son's eyes, and a creeping feeling of uneasiness slowly began to swell inside him.

Wan Cong was also looking at him, silent, and the atmosphere was still.

"I'll... I'll turn up the heat inside." Wan Shouguang stood up and went into the living room to get the remote.

After he left, Wan Cong's focus returned to the leftover food on the table. He took the two remaining plates and continued to empty them of their contents.

Holding the remote control, Wan Shouguang returned and halted in surprise at the sight. He didn't stop him this time, just stood to one side, silent.

"Why are you still eating cold food?" Liu Jialan came out of the kitchen carrying half a roast chicken, warm and steaming. Seeing this scene, she immediately blamed Wan Shouguang, "And you, as a father, aren't even watching over him."